Prisoner Thirty-One

Feather: One week or Two

I chose to pace around the white room knowing that there was nothing more productive I could attempt to do with my time. Don't get me wrong, I had debated escaping the second I'd woken up, but Melcome was a lot of things but stupid was not one of them. My guess was that he was waiting for something and while he waited, there was going to be at least five guards outside my door, so walking in circles felt like a productive thing to do.

"Oh, would you please give it a rest." Melcome's voice filled the room at a volume slightly too loud but I forced myself not to react. "For two hours now, you have just been circling, I want to see some action Miss Morris."

I stared up at the single camera in the room. "Why don't you come in here, you coward and I'll show you action." It was a relief to find that Melcome's presence no longer scared me speechless.

Hs laugh echoed. "You'd like that, wouldn't you?" I drew my eyebrows together, faking confusion.

"I'm not sure anyone really likes to see your face." A natural smile appeared on my face as I found my own joke amusing.

"A few days in the jungle and our little girl has already grown up." His sentence made me uncomfortable and even though I was no longer scared, I wanted to know what his next move was going to be.

"Well as always I enjoy our chats, Melcome, but can we please put me back into my little room." There was a beat of silence before Melcome's voice re-filled my surroundings. "Well Fe you have pissed me off too many times to be allowed in the nice prison. It's about time we trial you as an adult." My smile faltered as I tried to guess what that meant.

"As you said Morris, I do enjoy our chats and look forward to our next."

A click sounded in the room, clearly indicating that his speaker had turned off. I started to turn in a circle so that I could face the door I assumed was about to open but as I turned about one-eighty degrees smoke started to fill the room. My brow furrowed as I tried to debate where it was coming from but looking down, I saw a massive cloud rising from the drainage grate. I started to cough and before I knew it, once again, I was blacking out.

An electric current seemed to shoot through me, shocking me awake. This was not the first time I had woken up from the fog, I remembered flashes of unbelievable pain, my own screams and the increasing vibrations of the objects around me. This time, however, the pain was duller. This pain was the sort of pain that comes after an incident, not during it.

Two blurred eyes were crouched down to meet mine as I woke up on the metal table. "I'm sure you are very confused miss Morris." I was unable to focus but gritting my teeth I pulled my arms against the restraints that were forcing me onto my front. All my pain was centred onto my back, so I tried to move my shoulder blades to identify the exact location. This was obviously a bad idea as I found myself throwing up as the pain increased.

The two yellow eyes jumped back as I tried to angle my head away from as much of the yellow bile as I could. "Miss Morris, I'm sure you don't really want to listen to me, but I recommend moving very little."

"What did you do to me?" I managed to push all the venom I had left into my voice.

"Well all I can say is that I have introduced four, to put it simplistically, metal circles into your back that you want to try and avoid moving." Somehow, he seemed to sound apologetic, but this just confused me further, he was still the one torturing me, right?

"Introduced?" My question was the closest thing to bitter I could manage as I tried to look around the room.

I was on a metal bed in the middle of the white room with a metal table either side of me that seemed to hold metal torture weapons splattered in blood. "Feather it is in your best interest to fully cooperate with everything I say." I cut him off, returning to his gaze. "Or what, your going to continue to experiment on me?"